I've been living my life always thinking and believing I was a US Citizen. I grew up only knowing one home, a place I called my home, a place where all my friend, my family, and my life formed. I know no other home for I have been nowhere else but where I thought, and still think, is my home. According to the law, I have no business being here, the place I call my home, for I am an Illegal Immigrant. This home where I made and identity of myself saw me grow, saw me learn, saw me accomplish many things. I live in fear today that one day I will be kicked out of my home and sent to a place I don't know. A place the law considers my "true" home, but does not realize it will be sending me to a place where my life is obsolete, a place that is not my home, and ultimately striping me from my one and only identity.
I've lived all my life here in the US since I was two. Everything I've learned has been for this life in the US, my life in the US. I became proficient in the English Language by eighth grade, a language I won't have otherwise needed to learn if my parent hadn't decided to migrate to the US. But never the less, I am glad they did and I can speak and understand the English Language. I am pursuing a career that is most useful in this country and for this country is why I am pursuing a career. I want to help this country flourish but if one day I am sent to my native country, all my hard work would become obsolete. I will not need the English Language in Mexico. But the language I would need, I have lost almost completely. As I progressed in the English Language, my Spanish regressed and I rarely ever used it. At home I spoke, and still speak, to my parent in English and both know and understand it themselves. All four of my sibling, born and raised in the US, only know English. If I am sent to what the law considers my "true" home, my life would become completely obsolete.